In a word-guessing game, I gestured frantically at the movie star sitting opposite me. “Hypothetically, if we were dating, and I suddenly slapped you for no reason, what would you call that?” He tilted his head, his tone absolutely certain. “A reward.” I gritted my teeth. “Four words!” “Thank you, my queen? Do the left side too? Harder, please?” Host: … Me: Haha. Livestream Comments: [Stop giving him hypotheticals! You’re just turning him on!] 1 It was a live variety show. The word on the card was “Unreasonable Tantrum”. I was trying to describe it to Liam Thorne, the award-winning actor. “Hypothetically, if we were dating, and I suddenly slapped you for no reason, what would you call that?” He tilted his head, his tone absolutely certain. “A reward.” I gritted my teeth. “Four words! An idiom or common phrase!” “Thank you, my queen? Do the left side too? Harder, please?” “No! Four words!” Liam looked at me, deadpan, and rattled off a list of absurd answers. “Consensual play? Love tap? Marital bliss? Soulmates forever? Sleeping together?” The host and other guests: … Me: Are you kidding me? Is he doing a stand-up routine?! I waved my hand at the staff, defeated. “Pass! Pass! Next word.” The next word was “Ex-boyfriend”. I saw stars. I steeled myself and spoke. “Still hypothetical. If we broke up, what would you be to me? Two words.” Liam thought for a moment, then lifted his chin slightly. “Side piece.” ? “Boy toy.” ?? “Simp.” ???! The studio went dead silent. The other guests looked like they were about to explode from holding back laughter. The comment section went wild. [Emma, stop with the hypotheticals! You’re just giving him ideas!] [Wait, who programmed Liam Thorne to be this down bad?!] [Valid suspicion: his inner monologue for the last question was definitely ‘Thank you, Mistress!’ My boyfriend has the exact same energy.] [Hehe, kinky.] [Liam: I see yellow no matter what color you show me!] [Did anyone else catch the subtle tone when Liam stared at Emma and said ‘sleeping together’?! Ahhh!] [Emma’s fans better back off. Just because Liam won an Oscar doesn’t mean you can leech off his fame. Know your place.] [Is the commenter above brain-dead? It’s a variety show, why so hostile?] [If you don’t like it, get out!] 2 I took a deep breath, controlling my facial muscles to avoid rolling my eyes into the back of my head. He’s not stupid; he’s doing this on purpose! Liam leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed. Seeing my annoyance, the corner of his mouth quirked up infinitesimally. Ugh, psychopath! … Backstage, I walked towards the dressing room, speechless. Because I lost the game with Liam, I had been sprayed with whipped cream. Although I wiped it off with a towel, my skin still felt sticky. The dressing room was dark. I habitually fumbled for the switch. Click. The door shut without warning. The next moment, a firm pressure landed on my wrist and lower back. I was pressed against the door, my back hitting the cold wood. But the palm on my lower back was searing hot, instantly turning my cold sweat into a feverish heat. My scalp tingled, and my breathing quickened. A woody scent enveloped me, burning with an aggressive bitterness. He leaned in, licking a dried smear of cream off my cheek. He gave a fair assessment. “Pretty sweet.” Pervert! Ahhh! I couldn’t break free, so I resorted to sarcasm. “I didn’t know Mr. Thorne was so devoted, pestering his ex-girlfriend like this.” In the dim light, I couldn’t see Liam’s eyes clearly. I only heard him chuckle. “I remember the reason you dumped me was: you have multiple personalities, and the one that liked me got absorbed and disappeared.” “But unfortunately, recently I’ve fallen for your primary personality.” As soon as he finished speaking, a frantic knocking exploded behind me. “Hey guys! Mic! Your mics are still on!!!” 3 ???! What?! I looked down sharply. Sure enough, the transmitter pack on my lower back was glowing faintly. My heart rate, which hadn’t even settled, spiked past the threshold again. My brain went blank, buzzing. It’s over. The whole world thinks I have a thing with Liam Thorne now! Ahhh! I pursed my lips tight, not daring to breathe loudly. Afraid any more noise would be recorded. But Liam leaned down wickedly, breathing right next to the lavalier mic clipped to my collar, his tone innocent. “Baby, what do we do now that they all heard?” … Intentional. Absolutely intentional! He pins me here like a fish on a cutting board, then acts like a green tea victim?! After speaking, Liam efficiently freed a hand, switched off the blinking indicator light, and informed the people outside. “It’s off now.” Oh, so that sentence wasn’t in a seductive voice?! This guy changes faces fast! The chaotic noise outside faded. The staff probably realized the atmosphere was weird and scattered. Wait, someone come save me! I held my breath and shoved Liam hard. This time he played nice, stepping back with a half-smile. “What do you want?” “I want a reasonable break-up excuse that conforms to basic human cognition. Is that too much to ask?” That simple?! I rolled my eyes, a mischievous idea bubbling up. “I’m getting married. Arranged match.” “Are you satisfied with this reason, sir?” Liam twitched his lips slightly. “Okay, understood. Do you want to come to my place for dinner tonight? You can use me while you’re there.” ???! Use? Sounds tempting~ Cough, what am I thinking! “Do you not understand English?” “I said I’m getting married! We broke up!” Liam looked calm, his voice laced with laziness. “You’re just getting married to someone else. Does that stop me from simping for you?” “I said earlier: side piece, boy toy, simp—I’m fine with any of them.” “Or should I make dinner for three? You can bring your damn fiancé over to eat too?” The more he spoke, the calmer he looked. Finally, he straightened up and left a parting shot. “If you don’t come, I’ll come find you.” “But if the paparazzi snap us then and make up some wild rumors, don’t blame me.” Watching his retreating back, a chill climbed from my spine to my neck. God, what kind of plague have I provoked?! 4 The first time I met Liam was at the script reading for our new drama, Floating Life. He was dressed entirely in black, the only decoration a diamond stud in one ear. He radiated an intimidating aura. Throughout the reading, he was cold and spoke little. Even when giving feedback, he was extremely concise. I scrutinized him from head to toe all day. Conclusion—heh, poser. With Liam’s unlikeable personality, how dare he be a rival to my idol, Zach Parker, fighting for resources? Yet his fans hype him up to the heavens. Saying things like “Intense beauty, perfect bone structure.” I say “Nonsense talk, blind eyes and heart”! After work that day, I successfully struck up a conversation with Liam. “Mr. Thorne, I have a question. It might be presumptuous, please don’t be angry.” Liam stopped, nodded, signaling me to continue. I cleared my throat, trying to hide my anti-fan attributes. “Do you have a girlfriend?” Seeing his surprise, I quickly covered. “As the male and female leads, we have a lot of scenes together.” “I’m asking in advance so I can gauge the boundaries of our interactions later.” Liam said in a low voice, “No.” “What about a boyfriend? Are you sure you’re absolutely single?” I asked skeptically, a bright smile on my face, but darkness in my heart. I don’t believe the industry rumors are groundless. Spending the night with an influencer~ Holding hands with a male friend~ Sleeping his way to the top for resources~ One of them must be true! Once I dig it out, you won’t be far from becoming a has-been! Liam narrowed his eyes, adding a layer of distance. “Ms. Stone, I don’t wish for us to have any relationship outside of work. I don’t do ‘showmance’ either.” “Don’t waste your time on me.” With that, he walked away without looking back. ???! He thinks I asked because I like him?! Ew, narcissist!

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Caleb Vance’s sponsored student got pregnant, so he brought her home and ordered me to serve her during her postpartum recovery. “Tara has sensitive skin, her underwear must be hand-washed.” “Tara has morning sickness, change all the condoms to strawberry flavor.” “Tara hates dog hair, get rid of your damn pet.” No matter how unreasonable his demands were, I complied with every single one. Even when the girl was in a bad mood and used a whip on me to vent. Blood trails rooted themselves on my back, yet I didn’t utter a single complaint. “Caleb, you promised. As long as I’m obedient, you’ll let me see the kids.” Caleb smiled lazily, blowing a smoke ring in my face. “Wait until you finish serving Tara through her recovery, then we’ll talk.” For the sake of my two children, I endured again and again. But to amuse Tara, he locked my two children in a dog cage and made them bark like dogs. When the children refused, Caleb, in a rage, threw them into a wildlife safari park. When I found out, I immediately knelt and begged him: “The safari park is too dangerous. The kids are only five years old. Without supervision, something will happen…” Caleb sneered, “It’s because you spoil them that they’re too stupid to even learn how to bark.” “Five isn’t a baby anymore. If they get into trouble at a zoo, trash like that doesn’t deserve to be my children!” Three days later, my two children were mauled to death by wild venomous snakes. That night, Caleb spent millions at an auction to buy a necklace Tara coveted. Seeing my pale face, he hugged Tara’s waist and sneered. “Did your two disappointing sons learn how to bark yet?” I ignored him, holding two white urns, walking to the center of the auction house. “I’m lighting the Sky Lantern. I’m buying two dogs’ lives!” 1 As soon as the words left my mouth, the room fell silent for a second. The next moment, everyone’s gaze fell on me—some sneering, some disdainful, most looking at me with contempt. “Lady, who are you? Look at those rags. Did you escape from a mental hospital?” “You, lighting the Sky Lantern? Do you even know what that means?” “Buying human lives? Are you an outlaw? Hilarious.” Their ridicule grew more rampant. Some even started to move, intending to throw me out of the auction venue. The staff also looked me over, frowning, hesitant to speak. “Ma’am, the guests at our auction are either rich or noble. That outfit of yours looks five or six years old. This isn’t a place for you. Please leave.” I looked down at my clothes. Indeed, bought seven years ago. Not only washed white but with two holes worn in the sleeves. “Elara, are you crazy? Daring to come here and embarrass yourself!” The crowd parted. Surrounded by people, Caleb stormed over and grabbed me. “Get out! You scared Tara to tears. Is this a place you should be?” “If you have time to make a scene, go home and wash a few more of Tara’s clothes—” He sneered, leaning close to my ear, whispering: “So you can see your two sons sooner.” My back stiffened. I clutched the two urns tighter, turning my head to stare at him dead-on. “Caleb, they are already dead.” And they were killed by their own father. When found, their bodies were black all over, bitten by venomous snakes that came from nowhere, dying of poison the same day. Hearing this, Caleb’s voice turned cold. “What nonsense are you talking about?” “Tara went to the safari park to see them just yesterday. Everything was fine. Stop cursing them.” I held the urns tighter, my gaze locked onto Tara behind him. Her again. Just because Tara was unhappy, my children were thrown into the safari park and bitten to death by snakes. They had been dead for three days. When I got the news, they were already scheduled for cremation. How could Tara lie so blatantly? 2 Sensing my hateful gaze, Tara hid in Caleb’s arms with a look of panic. “Caleb, she’s glaring at me. It’s scary.” Caleb shoved me hard, hugging Tara’s waist protectively. “She scared my baby. Once we win this necklace you like, I’ll make it up to you tonight, okay?” The girl smiled in surprise, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek. “Caleb, you’re the best.” Jeers erupted around us. “Mr. Vance is so generous. His girl is so lucky.” “If I could marry a man like Mr. Vance, my life would be worth it.” “The gap between women is bigger than between humans and dogs. Look at this crazy woman, compared to Mr. Vance’s lady, it’s heaven and earth!” I let out a mocking laugh, looking at him coldly. “Do you know that I am the Mrs. Vance you’re talking about?” “As for this one you’re praising, she’s just a cheap mistress Mrs. Vance kindly sponsored but who climbed into bed instead!” Caleb froze, panic flashing in his eyes. “What nonsense are you spouting! You’re just a maid in my house. Go back and wash clothes!” He signaled the bodyguards behind him to throw me out. I sneered, pulling out our marriage certificate, looking around at everyone. “The crazy woman you’re talking about is Caleb’s wife. Do you really envy me?” The crowd went into an uproar. “How is this possible?” “I thought Mrs. Vance was young and beautiful, and they were a loving couple? Didn’t expect a twist?” “Can’t tell, Mr. Vance lighting the Sky Lantern to please a mistress, and even letting marketing accounts promote her as his wife. Shameless.” Tara, being pointed at, scrunched up her face in fear, about to cry. Caleb’s eyes turned instantly cold. “Elara, do you not want to see the kids anymore?” “If you dare make a scene again, I’ll send Sawyer and Finn abroad immediately. I guarantee you’ll never see them again in this life!” Caleb pinched my waist hard, threatening coldly. I gave a bitter smile. All these years, he despised me for aging, for embarrassing him. Refused to take me to any banquets, and later, wouldn’t even admit my identity. But that didn’t matter. Ever since Caleb brought the girl to fool around in our marital bed, my heart had died. The reason I didn’t divorce was entirely for the two children. Caleb knew the kids were my weakness. Sure enough, he locked them in another villa, preventing me from seeing them for two whole years. 3 Until Tara got pregnant, and Caleb made me serve her until she finished her confinement. I could hand-wash her underwear every day. I could hand them condoms when they were in the mood. Even when Tara hated dog hair, before I could send my dog away, she threw it in the door crack and crushed it to death. After breaking down, I still endured it all. I just wanted a divorce, to take the two kids and leave for good. I had bought the plane tickets, but then I heard the news of Sawyer and Finn’s death. Seeing their poisoned, untreated bodies, black and swollen, I felt the sky collapse. Usually, whenever Caleb threatened me with the children, it worked every time. He was certain I would lower myself into the dust for them, abandoning all dignity. But now, he couldn’t threaten me anymore. I looked down, smiling lovingly at the two urns in my arms. “Sawyer and Finn are here. They won’t leave Mommy ever again…” “Stop playing ghost with those two broken jars.” Caleb’s face was pale, staring at me coldly. “Elara, I’ll say it one more time. Get out. Don’t embarrass yourself here.” “Do you really think I won’t divorce you?” Getting closer, I saw it. Caleb’s eyes were filled with rage. He didn’t care about the surrounding whispers anymore, ordering the bodyguards to throw me out. Some onlookers at the auction wanted to help me, seeing me outnumbered. But they were quickly pulled back by friends. “Don’t meddle. This is Caleb Vance’s family matter. Meddling might get you in trouble you can’t handle.” “Yeah, looking at this woman, she’s probably been bullied a lot. Husband cheating so openly, if she doesn’t stand up for herself, no one can help her.” “Maybe she deserves it, bringing it on herself.” … 4 I was thrown heavily by the bodyguards. The urns almost fell. I dived, using my body as a cushion. Barely caught them. I cried, apologizing to my children, “I’m sorry, Sawyer, Finn. Mommy didn’t protect you.” The bodyguard kicked me hard, snorting. “Advice: go back and do your maid work. Don’t cause trouble.” “Offend Mr. Vance, and you’ll suffer.” Sure enough, that night. A news story posted by a marketing account hit the trending list. In that news, there was a ten-second video. It was me, forced to strip to the waist, kneeling in the snow, enduring a whipping. The riding crop was custom-made, with barbs. Every lash on my back left deep, bloody trails. It had a glaring, huge headline. #Explosive! CEO Vance’s Wife Exposed as Vicious Cheater, Whipped After Being Caught in the Act# In just half an hour, it jumped to number one on the trending list. My face went pale. Hands trembling, I clicked on it. The top comments followed: “Isn’t this the crazy woman from the auction today? Doing something shameful like cheating and daring to appear in public, truly shameless.” “Indeed, pitiful people must have hateful qualities. This woman brought it on herself.” “I think the whipping was too light. Should have been beaten to death.” The overwhelming malice threatened to swallow me. They were led astray by the internet rhythm without distinguishing right from wrong. Knowing nothing of the truth.

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My mother is the housekeeper for the Sterling family. I moved into their estate when I was twelve. At eighteen, Mrs. Sterling, the lady of the house, said to me: “Boys get restless at this age. I don’t trust the girls out there. Keep Chase company for me.” She said if I could keep Chase from running wild during his four years of college, she would send me abroad and give me ten million dollars as startup capital. I dutifully wrote it down in my notebook: Mrs. Sterling is a good person. Not only does she let me sleep with her son, but she also pays me for it. 1 I came to the Sterling estate when I was twelve. It had been raining in the mountains for days. The tractor wheels were caked in mud, flinging it onto me every few bumps. I sat in the back wearing a plastic raincoat, clutching several large woven bags filled with everything I could take from home. The most important thing was my grandmother’s photo. I held it tight inside my raincoat, hugging it just like Grandma used to hug me. A neighbor from the village escorted me—trains, planes, and finally a taxi to the Sterling estate. Looking at the towering iron gates and the magnificent mansion behind them, my neighbor scratched his head. “This house is scary big. You knock yourself. Tell your mom I got you here safe.” My mom had paid him, so he had to make sure the job was done. I nodded and banged heavily on the iron gate. An impatient voice crackled from the intercom: “What are you banging for? Can’t you see the doorbell?” I looked at the button on the wall. Sorry, this country bumpkin really didn’t know. But the person was surprisingly nice; despite the gruff voice, the gate buzzed open a second later. Smack. My jaw dropped, and the photo of Grandma slipped from my arms onto the wet ground. Dear God, no one told me city boys looked this good! He was taller than me, paler than me, even his lips were redder than mine. Nothing like the dirty potatoes running around in the mud back home! Chase Sterling looked me up and down with disgust, from my messy hair to my mud-splattered pants. “Auntie Laura is so clean. You’re her daughter, how are you so slopp…” But he stopped mid-sentence when he saw my grandma on the ground. In the large black-and-white photo, my grandma was smiling kindly. For some reason, he started stuttering. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know. My mom took Auntie Laura out for a few days. Come in first. It’s raining, you shouldn’t let your… elder’s photo get wet.” I picked up Grandma and waved to my neighbor. “Uncle, I’m going in. Safe trip back!” Inside, Chase led me to a room that was spacious and beautiful. I couldn’t help it—I burst into tears. Chase panicked. “Hey, don’t cry! I haven’t even bullied you yet, why are you crying?” I pointed at the photo, sobbing harder. “My grandma’s gone. She never lived in a house this nice. I miss her.” “I-I’ll find a good spot for your grandma too.” He bustled around, wiping the photo clean, respectfully hanging it on the wall, and even lighting a nice-smelling candle in front of it. “Sorry, we don’t have incense or anything. This is my mom’s scented candle, it’ll have to do. I’ll have someone buy the real stuff tomorrow.” The candle smelled amazing. I giggled through my tears. “No need, no need. Grandma loves things that smell good.” Chase sighed in relief. “Don’t be too sad, or your grandma won’t be at peace.” I nodded. “Young Master, you’re so good. Good-looking and good-hearted.” He blushed, then turned green. “Don’t call me Young Master. This isn’t the feudal era.” I pointed at Grandma. “She said so. She said my mom serves a Young Master in a rich family to raise me, and I have to be polite.” Thinking about how Grandma would smack me for being rude, my eyes reddened again. “Was she lying? Isn’t my mom a maid?” Chase got anxious. “How can Auntie Laura be just a maid? She raised me. She’s like half a mom to me. By rights, you should call me Brother. Understand?” 2 Two twelve-year-olds. He dared to say it, and I dared to listen. I started chirping “Brother” behind him like a little chick. When my mom came back, she grabbed the feather duster from the living room and chased me upstairs. “Who told you to bring that photo? And you hung it on the wall! I’ll beat you until you’re hanging on the wall!” I cried as I ran. “Grandma said she was afraid I’d forget her and made me bring it! It’s the biggest, clearest photo we have! And I didn’t hang it, Brother did! Hit him!” Chase had been trying to stop her, but he froze. My mom glanced at Chase, dropping the duster. “No manners. Don’t call the Young Master ‘Brother.’ Call him Chase.” Once my mom left, we pointed at each other simultaneously: “You said you weren’t a Young Master?” “Your grandma isn’t dead? Why did you cry like that?” I scratched my head. “Can’t I be homesick? You have good things, don’t you think of your mom and grandma?” He rubbed his nose. “Anyway, don’t call me Young Master. If you do, I’ll ignore you.” Later I learned Mrs. Sterling was a very traditional lady from an old-money family. I was the first outsider in the house who actually didn’t call Chase “Young Master.” I also learned my mom had raised Chase since he was a baby. In his heart, she really was half a mother. He was petty; he was jealous. He was afraid that with me here, my mom wouldn’t dote on him anymore. But the moment we met, he thought my grandma was dead. His desire to bully me died right there. And when I sweetly called him “Brother,” could he really be mean? He couldn’t. So at twelve, when Mrs. Sterling reminded my mom I should address him properly, my mom said righteously, “Ma’am, I work for you, but my daughter doesn’t.” Chase and I gave my mom a thumbs up behind her back. At thirteen, he shoved two latest-model iPhones into my hands, telling me to teach Grandma how to video call when I went back for New Year’s so I wouldn’t howl like a wolf every time I missed her. At fourteen, Grandma sent a live goose. I wanted to keep it. With his voice cracking from puberty, Chase told Mrs. Sterling he wanted to get in touch with nature. Every morning, it was hard to tell if the honking was the goose or him talking. But at eighteen, I started to get unhappy. 3 Chase was handsome and well-mannered. In high school, amidst a sea of boys who thought swearing was a personality trait and freaked out over tampon wrappers, he was a clean, refreshing miracle. I had been tagging along calling him “Brother” for four years. The whole school thought I was his cousin living with his family. Girls who liked him came to me to curry favor, asking me to slip him love letters. Receiving the first one, I knew I was in trouble. My heart felt like it was being scratched by a hundred claws. I tossed and turned in bed all night. In the dead of night, with dark circles under my eyes, I stood by his bed and asked, “Chase, tell me, do you want to date early?” Bad news: Chase swore. “F*ck, Harper, are you crazy? Cosplaying a ghost at 2 AM?” Good news: Chase didn’t want to date. He squinted, looking at me seriously. “Dating affects studies. Harper, Auntie Laura brought you here to study. If you dare date before eighteen, I’ll break your legs.” Hehe, as long as you don’t, I won’t. I’m not stupid. I read enough YA novels to know that everyone loves the moon high above. And Chase was my moon. I didn’t want him shining on anyone else. So I spread the word around school: Chase Sterling doesn’t date in high school. Chase Sterling hates people who don’t focus on their studies. That month, even the girls at the bottom of the class started grinding. But three years of high school went by so fast. In the blink of an eye, we graduated. 4 Holding a score almost identical to Chase’s, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t a twelve-year-old brat anymore. I knew Chase and I were impossible. If I followed him to college for another four years, would I never be able to get over him? Chase didn’t care about that. He looked satisfied. “Didn’t waste all those tutoring sessions. Tell me, which of these two universities do you want to apply to?” He was always like this. Asking my opinion first, then telling his mom it was his idea. I replied sullenly, “I don’t know. I’ll ask Coco.” Coco Chen was my best friend, the kind you go to the bathroom with holding hands. Throughout high school, she was the only one who, thanks to me, got to eat lunch with Chase. But that night, I saw Coco’s photo in the study. Mrs. Sterling looked solemn. “Chase is growing up. Yesterday, the maid found him washing his sheets in the bathroom. I knew trouble was coming.” I thought for a moment. “Auntie, biology class says that’s called a wet dream. Chase is eighteen. If he didn’t have them, you should take him to a doctor.” Mrs. Sterling looked at me. Mrs. Sterling was helpless. Mrs. Sterling decided to pretend she didn’t hear that. She tapped Coco’s photo. “It’s normal for boys to be restless at this age. But this girl won’t do. She’s pretty, has a sick grandmother, an abusive father, and a missing mother. She’s prime material for a tragic first love. Our Chase can’t get involved with a girl like that. I’m afraid he won’t be able to forget her.” Hah, even high-society ladies read romance novels tropes. Just as I opened my mouth to explain, Mrs. Sterling took my hand. “But you’re different. I know you’re like your mother, a decent, grounded person. Here’s the deal: if Chase has needs, you be proactive. If you can keep him steady for four years of college, when you graduate, I’ll send you abroad and give you ten million dollars. Didn’t you want to make money? Perfect for a startup.” I understood. The lady wanted a live-in concubine for Chase. Hah, am I the kind of person who sells herself for money? But that’s Chase’s virginity. Hah, wouldn’t my mom beat me to death if she knew? But that’s Chase’s virginity. Who cares who his future wife is? Whoever eats first wins. It’s a waste not to. I apologized to Coco a thousand times in my heart and said righteously, “Auntie, I understand. Coco Chen is definitely not suitable. For that ten million, I will work hard.”

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I’m a simple woman with simple tastes: money and hot guys. When the campus heartthrob, Ethan Vance, confessed his love to me, I accidentally saw the livestream chat comments floating in thin air. [Omg, my heart breaks for the male lead! He’s only dating someone he hates to make the female lead jealous!] [Don’t worry, besties! The male lead will only have a platonic relationship with the antagonist.] [Exactly! The antagonist is just a tool. Our boy will stay pure!] Me: “Can we kiss?” Ethan: “I want to start with a spiritual connection. I can give you money.” Me: “Oh, pass. Sounds like a waste of time.” Ethan panicked. That very night, he lost his purity. After getting my fill, I swiped his Black Card. “He only lost money, but I lost love!” 1 Convenience Store. The cashier gave us a weird look. “We have extra small, small, medium, and large. Which one do you need?” I side-eyed Ethan. “You’re not an extra small, are you?” The man’s face flushed crimson. “Give me the extra large!” I smirked and grabbed the box. “Don’t forget to pay.” 2 Ethan Vance was the university’s golden boy, a viral sensation on TikTok just because someone uploaded a candid photo of him drinking coffee. Countless girls were eyeing him like a snack. Talent scouts literally camped outside the campus gates hoping to sign him. And today, this guy not only delivered himself to my doorstep but was also ready to drop serious cash. Delicious! 3 I hummed a tune, glancing at the floating comments only I could see. [Oh no, oh no! The male lead is walking into the tiger’s den!] [What happened to staying pure? All I see is a hungry wolf!] [My poor Sophia is watching from the corner, she’s shattering!] I turned my head to look at a dark corner. The female lead, Sophia Sterling, had red eyes and was twisting a handkerchief. She looked like a tragic heroine. To avoid any complications, I grabbed Ethan’s tie and dragged him toward the hotel. As the door closed, comments flashed rapidly before my eyes. [Sophia, don’t eavesdrop! We don’t want a used man anyway!] [Am I the only one jealous of the antagonist? With the male lead’s face, she’s eating good tonight!] I chuckled and opened the door. Sure enough, Sophia was standing there, looking like she wanted to speak but couldn’t. “Can you help me tear open the wrapper?” I asked. Sophia nodded subconsciously and did it. I smiled gratefully at her. “Don’t listen at the door, okay? It’ll only make me more excited!” The door closed again. Soft sobbing could be heard from the hallway. Ethan looked confused. “What’s that noise?” I measured the length of the plastic wrapper in my hand. “Probably the kettle next door just boiled. By the way, can you really fit into this thing?” Ethan snatched it away. “If I can’t fit, I’m a dog!” My eyes lit up. Ethan didn’t need to prove anything. In my eyes, he was already my puppy! Amidst the screaming comments in the air, I pounced. That night, the heartthrob was corrupted. 4 I tidied my clothes and casually picked up a Black Amex card from the table. There was a note on the card: [Voluntary Gift.] Signed by Ethan. I tucked the card into my pocket with a dramatic sigh. “He only lost money, but I lost love!” I clutched my chest, but the corners of my mouth were harder to suppress than a sneeze. The comments reappeared after a long blackout. [Who cut the feed?!] [I paid for the premium membership! What can’t I see?] [My heart aches for Sophia! She listened at the door all night!] I scratched my head, picked up an unopened pack of XLs, and opened the door. “Sophia, I tested it for you. Ethan can indeed handle the Extra Large. As expected of the man you like—great looks, great performance!” I gave a thumbs up, my teeth brighter than a toothpaste ad. The woman stood there dumbfounded, her eyes swollen like walnuts. I patted her shoulder and walked away with swagger.

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The night Liam slashed his wrists, I swore I’d help him rebuild his empire. For two years, I worked the dirtiest, hardest gigs imaginable. But on the very night I finally paid off his last debt, I accidentally saw the texts between him and his frat brother. 【Aren’t you worried she’ll find out the debt’s been gone for weeks and flip out?】 【Nah. Chloe passed my little test. I’m planning to propose. Since she loves me so much, a marriage license is the only thing I can offer her anyway.】 【So, do you need me to get that card ending in 7785 back from her? You’re getting married, dude. You can’t keep sending Serena money every month.】 I turned and looked at my haggard reflection in the mirror, and I laughed. Liam, starting today, I’ve decided to stop loving you. 1. When I saw the text history between Liam and his best friend, Brad, I felt the blood drain from my body, rushing backward from my feet to my head. Tonight, we had just celebrated clearing the final debt. Liam had opened two bottles of cheap Cabernet and was currently wasted. Right now, he was lying harmlessly in my lap, asking for kisses. A storm of emotions roiled in my chest, finally settling into a cold sneer. That debit card ending in 7785. I knew the number by heart. Because every payday, I transferred almost my entire paycheck onto that card, saving up to pay back Liam’s creditors. I knew who Serena was, too. She was the campus queen bee back in college—gorgeous, flashy. She and Liam had a toxic on-again, off-again thing for three years. But after she failed to get into Juilliard, she chose to move abroad to study. A while back, her Instagram popped up on my feed. She looked vibrant and expensive. Her mirror selfies were dripping with designer labels. Back then, I’d smiled and shown her profile to Liam. “Serena’s practically an influencer now. Do you ever regret not choosing her? You wouldn’t have to work so hard paying off debt if you had.” Liam had looked dismissive. “No regrets. I still prefer a grounded girl like you.” I didn’t know then that half of Serena’s wardrobe was probably funded by my backbreaking labor. No wonder my grandma used to tell me, “Chloe, your hands are too bony. You hold no luck.” The year Liam and I got together, his family’s real estate business collapsed. I heard they owed a fortune. I never knew exactly how much. I just knew that Liam, then a junior in college, got dragged down with them and had to drop out, retreating to our small hometown. His family had moved to the city after he graduated high school, so their old Victorian house here was gathering dust. Liam returned alone and locked himself inside. That day, I was glancing at his windows as usual, only to find him lying in the bathroom, the tub filled with crimson water. I practically carried him on my back across town to the ER and saved his life. But he cried and demanded to know why I’d saved him. I held him, and we sobbed together. “It’s just money, Liam! I’ll help you earn it back!” He sighed, his eyes suddenly turning gentle. “Silly girl. You only have a high school diploma. What kind of money can you earn?” Despite his doubts, I followed him to the big city to find opportunities. Because I had no degree and no skills, I could only do manual labor to survive. Driving for Uber Eats, working double shifts as a barista, even competing with older ladies for housekeeping gigs on TaskRabbit. During the most intense period, I did cleaning jobs in the morning, pulled shots at the coffee shop in the afternoon, and delivered food until midnight. When payday came the next month, I excitedly showed him my bank balance. A solid four thousand dollars. His eyes got red. He patted my head, held my calloused, bony hands, and choked up with guilt. “Our Chloe is just too amazing.” But I didn’t feel bitter. For me, as long as I could be with Liam, no amount of hardship mattered. People say true love always feels like it owes something. Back then, looking at the boy who was once the high school golden boy now reduced to living in a cramped tenement apartment, I only wished I could clone myself ten times over to lighten his burden. Thinking back on every moment of the last two years. I stared wide-eyed until dawn. Liam woke up groggily, rubbed his eyes, and hugged me tight. “Why haven’t you gone to work yet today?” I fought back the stinging in my eyes and rubbed them. “I quit my jobs.” Four thousand a month. Ten hours a day on my feet making lattes. My wrists were chronically inflamed from tendonitis. I had to wear smelly pain patches almost every day. He froze, then patted my head affectionately. “Good. Thanks to you, I was able to pay off the debt so quickly.” “When we get married, you just stay home and look pretty. I’ll earn the money and support the family.” The words I had longed to hear for two years finally arrived, but suddenly, I didn’t want them anymore. 2. I walked aimlessly down the street. The owner of the greasy spoon diner I frequented spotted me. “Hey hun, eating here today?” I forced the corners of my mouth upward. “Yeah.” She raised an eyebrow. “We got a new meatloaf special. On the house for you today.” “The usual otherwise? Two orders of rice, one with no meat, one with double meat packed to go?” That’s how we always ate. Liam had a big appetite and it was never enough. So I secretly asked the owner to add my share of the protein to his takeout box. Actually, he didn’t know that I also had a big appetite. But to save money and help him with the debt, I often skipped meals, literally starving myself into gastritis. Now, eating more than a few bites hurt anyway. I shook my head. “No. Just one order today. I’ll break my rule and try that meatloaf.” Two years. I hadn’t saved a dime, and I’d wrecked my body. My life was somehow worse than when I was back in the small town. If my parents and Grandma could see me from heaven, they’d be heartbroken. After finishing the meal, I got a phone call. “Chloe? You asked me before about that Newborn Care Specialist training program, remember?” “The agency has a spot open now. Training is free upfront. Once you get placed with a client, they take 5% of your salary monthly as tuition. I thought you’d be interested.” My body trembled slightly. I stood up quickly, my voice shaking with excitement. “Yes! Kelly, I’m in! I’ll do it!” When I got back to the rental apartment, Liam had already set up a proposal scene. His buddy Brad was there helping. My sudden return caught them off guard. Liam frantically hid the bouquet and balloons behind his back, looking awkward. “Chloe, why are you back so suddenly?” Brad just started cheering. “The cat’s out of the bag, dude. Just propose already.” He kicked Liam, and Liam knelt down in front of me. “Chloe, uh.” He stammered. “I’ve rehearsed this scene in my head a million times, but now that it’s here, I’m seriously nervous.” “I want to tell you, I want to marry you. Will you be my wife?” He pulled a ring from his pocket, one knee on the ground, his eyes burning into mine. Seeing this, my eyes reddened. Yeah. How many times had I fantasized about this exact moment? But now, I didn’t know how to face it. Brad was clapping and chanting in the background: “Marry him, marry him…” Liam looked at me with teary eyes and said, “A good wife supports my ambitions; a good wife is worth her weight in gold.” “Chloe, after we’re married, I won’t let you suffer anymore.” When he finished, I put away my tears, stepped around Liam, and started packing my luggage. Kelly, the woman who introduced the job, said the training was residential and completely closed-off to ensure quality. I actually felt relieved. Closed-off meant room and board were covered. No extra expenses. Liam watched me putting things into my suitcase, confused. “Chloe, what are you doing?” I took a deep breath, smiled, and brushed his hand away. “Since the debt is paid, my debt of gratitude is also repaid. From now on, let’s go our separate ways.” Because I was an orphan, I got bullied a lot in school. The worst time, they cornered me in an alley, calling me a jinx, threatening to strip me and film it to sell. It was Liam who accidentally stumbled upon us and saved me, fighting like a maniac against three guys. He ended up with a bloody face, warning them never to touch me again. Thanks to him, before graduation, no one put gum in my hair or dead animals in my desk anymore. Although I was used to it, his appearance made me temporarily give up the idea of looking for my biological parents. Even though he probably forgot about it like a random good deed, every day I survived, I was grateful to him. Later, gratitude turned into love. That’s why I willingly followed him when he had nothing. At this point, I didn’t want to argue anymore. These two years… consider the debt repaid. Liam tilted his head. “What does that mean? I don’t get it.” My teeth bit down hard on my lip, desperately trying not to make a sound. “I mean, we’re breaking up.” 3. Panic was visible in his eyes. “Chloe, did I do something wrong?” “You’re joking, right? This kind of joke isn’t funny at all.” Brad chimed in, too. “Yeah, Chloe. If Liam did something wrong, tell me, I’ll beat his ass for you. No need to break up over it.” I feigned nonchalance and shook my head, gesturing for him to check his phone. “Last night, I accidentally saw your chat history with Brad.” Liam’s breath hitched. Brad immediately tried to explain for him. “Chloe, you misunderstood, it’s not…” Liam struggled for a long time, not knowing how to explain. Finally, he just said, “But I really do love you.” I smiled and nodded. “Yeah.” Love is paying off the debt ages ago and not telling me. Love is using my blood and sweat money to support your white knight complex for your ex. He frantically grabbed my hand, trying to shove the ring onto my finger. “I know what I did was a little messed up, but I only did it because I was sincere about this relationship.” “I just wanted to see how long you could last. I was terrifyingly afraid you were just acting on impulse.” “My dad and mom were like that. After our family got into debt, my mom couldn’t take it and ran off. My dad faced setback after setback and ended it all.” “I was so afraid that after I became dependent on you, you’d be like my mom—unable to handle the hardship and leave me.” “So for two years, you just watched me go out in the wind and rain every day, living like a dog?” He knew exactly how much I suffered to help him pay the debt. Liam’s face was pale. “But isn’t everything getting better now? Your sacrifices paid off.” “Last year, I made a million dollars trading stocks and crypto. I know you gave up a lot for me. Life will be sweet from now on.” I felt a lump in my throat. Finally, I asked him one question: “What about Serena?” Liam suddenly started stammering. “Her family ran into trouble too. Serena is a girl all alone overseas, her funding got cut off. If I didn’t help her, she really had no other way.” “You… you know how she is. She’s a spoiled princess who can’t lift a finger. She can’t handle things like you can.” I clenched my fists, fingernails digging into my palms. Yeah, Serena is the beloved princess who can’t handle hardship. I’m the stray kid with no parents, so I deserve to suffer. But Liam didn’t know that when my parents were alive, I was their princess too. I looked at Liam, who looked guilty in front of me. He felt so strange, as if I hadn’t truly seen him for two years. I wiped my tears, ignored his pleas behind me, dragged my luggage, and left the rental apartment. From now on, I’m living for myself. After entering the training camp, I voluntarily handed over my phone and dedicated myself to the program. In just one month, I graduated as an honor student and got my certification as an NCS (Newborn Care Specialist). The day I got out, standing in the sunshine, I felt emotional. A new life was finally beginning. The supervisor handed me my phone with a serious look. “Someone kept calling your phone. No contact name, and different numbers every time.” “Chloe, be honest with me. Did you take out some secret payday loans and now the collectors are chasing you?” Perplexed, I took the phone, charged it, and turned it on. Countless texts flooded in at once. Half of them were bank balance notifications. At first, it was just transfers of a few hundred, then thousands, then tens of thousands. The final number stopped at one million dollars. The unknown numbers also sent many messages. The latest one read: 【Have you calmed down enough? Please talk to me.】

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After my younger brother, Chase, went to prison, I started dating his best friend. Three years later, Chase was about to be released. I overheard someone ask my boyfriend: “When Chase gets out, what gift are you planning to give him?” My young boyfriend, Ethan, dangled a USB drive in his hand. “How about 32GB of HD videos of his sister? Does that count?” 1 Laughter erupted in the VIP booth, sleazy and loud. “Damn, Ethan, you’re a genius. I wondered why you hooked up with Chase’s sister. Playing the long game, huh?” “If Chase finds out you’ve been using his sister like a toy, do you think he’ll go crazy enough to end up back inside?” “I can’t wait to see his face when he gets these videos.” Inside, Ethan toyed with his phone, a lazy, mocking smile on his lips. He warned the group, “When Anna comes back, keep your mouths shut. If she finds out, you’re all dead meat.” “Relax, man. You’ve been plotting this for so long, we wouldn’t ruin it for you. But hey, why don’t you show us a preview? We’re all curious about what Chase’s precious sister tastes like.” Standing outside the door, my mind went blank. The filth spewing from inside made my legs weak. “Miss? Are you looking for a room?” A voice pulled me back from the abyss. The waiter noticed my pale face. “Do you need help?” I shook my head, threw the birthday cake I was holding into the trash, and turned to leave. 2 Ethan was my boyfriend, and also my brother Chase’s best friend. I first met him the summer after my freshman year of college. I was walking home from my part-time job when I was nearly assaulted. Ethan showed up just in time and saved me. Later, when Chase went to prison, Ethan found me and said my brother had asked him to take care of me. I didn’t believe it. Chase and I were siblings, but we were like oil and water. Chase wasn’t exactly a model citizen, so I figured his friends were trash too. Even though Ethan was technically my savior, I never gave him the time of day. But I didn’t expect Ethan’s “care” to persist for six months. He brought me three meals a day, rain or shine. When I got sick, he nursed me back to health, cooking porridge and buying medicine. I wasn’t used to people being nice to me, and I certainly didn’t want to be involved with Chase’s crowd. No matter how many times I rejected him, Ethan pretended not to hear. Finally, when he secretly paid off my family’s debts, I snapped. “What did Chase give you to make you act like his loyal dog?” “What if I told you he didn’t give me anything?” I froze. Ethan’s eyes were slightly misty, a bitter smile on his handsome face. “You guessed right. Chase didn’t ask me to look after you. I did it because I wanted to. Anna… I’ve been planning to get close to you for a long time.” That day, we started dating. Back then, I thought his “plan” was born out of love. Now I know it was just revenge against Chase. 3 My phone buzzed non-stop after I left the bar. Ethan’s texts flooded in. “Where are you, babe? Why aren’t you here yet?” “Need me to pick you up?” “Why aren’t you answering?” Today was Ethan’s 20th birthday. I had promised to celebrate with him. I even went out of my way to buy his favorite cake. I never expected such a “surprise.” Looking at the messages, I strangely calmed down. “Something came up. I can’t make it today. You have fun with your friends.” Ethan seemed disappointed, sending a string of crying emojis. “I’ll come find you as soon as I’m done here.” When I didn’t reply, he sent another text: “I love you, wifey.” I stared at that sentence, spacing out. I realized that when sadness hits a peak, you lose the ability to feel emotion. My reaction now reminded me of the day my father died. Outside the morgue, everyone was crying. I was the only one calmly dealing with the hospital staff. My mother called me heartless, screaming that I didn’t shed a tear for the father who adored me. I looked coldly at my mother, who had cried until she fainted, and wanted to ask: Or what? Should I just vent my emotions like you and ignore everything else? I exited the chat emotionlessly and was about to lock my screen when the phone vibrated twice more. A string of numbers I didn’t recognize. “Released Monday, 6 AM.” “Guard sent this for me.” “Don’t come if you’re busy.” “Don’t reply.” 4 Just a few dry sentences. Even without a name, I knew who it was immediately. How long had it been since I heard from Chase? The last time was three years ago, the night I was assaulted. I had rejected his calls, so his texts exploded like firecrackers on my screen. “Why didn’t you tell me? Do you remember what he looked like?” “[Image Attachment]” “Is this him?” “Answer me! Are you mute?” I was impatient then. “What’s the use of telling you? Can you kill him? Don’t think I don’t know these people came for you. Chase, if you still consider me your sister, stay away from me.” After that day, Chase really stopped contacting me. The next news I got was a court sentencing document. Assault and battery. Three years and two months. I wasn’t surprised. Chase was a delinquent; prison was inevitable. But I still went to see him before he was locked up. The boy in the inmate uniform had a depth in his eyes that didn’t belong to his age. “It’s just three years. Don’t worry.” I sneered. “Worry? I wish you were dead.” This time, Chase didn’t talk back. He smiled at me, hummed an acknowledgment, and said, “Good. Don’t be scared.” Time was up. The guard was taking him away. He stood up, walked two steps, then suddenly turned back. “Sis!” He looked at me and said his last words for three years. “Take care of yourself.”

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I was married to Caden Thorne for three years. He hated me the entire time. When I was kidnapped, I begged him for help. His response was a cold refusal. “She’s just a replacement. Do whatever you want with her.” His “first love” laughed along. “If she hadn’t forced him into marriage, we would have been together years ago.” “Let her suffer a bit. It’s the price she pays for what she did.” That night, broken by torture and despair, I fell from the rooftop. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of our engagement. At that moment, he received a text from his “first love” inviting him to meet. He flew from New York to LA overnight. As soon as he left, I bought a plane ticket too. “Going to LA to catch him cheating?” my friend asked. “No.” I shook my head, smiling at her shocked expression. “I’m going back to Boston.” This time. He went west to be with his beauty. And I went north, to chase my dreams. 1 The last memory of my previous life was dragging my broken, decaying body to the edge of the roof and falling. The pain of broken ribs piercing my lungs and blood choking me was still vivid. Then, time rewound. I opened my eyes to a steamy bathroom. A group of rich, spoiled trust fund kids surrounded me, their tones mocking. “Sister, if there’s no mirror at home, surely you have piss to look into?” “Look at this pathetic sight. You think you’re worthy of being Caden’s fiancée?” “Keep dreaming. Come on, let’s help wake her up.” The leader sneered and sprayed freezing water directly into my face. The icy water dripped down my hair, making me shiver. Through my blurred vision, I saw a younger Caden Thorne leaning against the door frame, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He flicked his lighter. Click. The flame danced. “Sarah.” He called my name, his brow gentle. But his words were like unmelted winter ice. “Since you came looking for me, I might as well be clear.” “The engagement arranged by our elders doesn’t count.” “Do you understand?” He tore the gold-stamped engagement contract I had treasured for years into shreds. The pieces fell like endless snow. I pressed my lips together, saying nothing. My gaze moved past him to the open bottle of whiskey on the table. Only then did I realize. This wasn’t the bloody scene of my death after the kidnapping. It was— Three years ago, the night before Caden and I were supposed to get our marriage license. 2 The thin paper fragments seemed to fold into frames of a movie, pulling me into a distant yet clear memory. It was ridiculous, really. This torn engagement contract came about when Caden accompanied his grandfather to Boston for medical treatment. They heard my uncle was a brilliant doctor and moved in next door. Caden coaxed me into signing it. At first, no one supported this relationship. The Sterling family had been doctors for generations, detached from the pursuit of wealth and fame. The Thorne family, however, ruled the New York business world. The gap in our status was too wide. Grandfather Thorne thought it was just puppy love and didn’t take it seriously. But Caden was so serious, begging both families to agree. He knelt on the ground, swearing to treat me well forever. Moved by his sincerity, I held his hand firmly, standing by his side. The tug-of-war lasted six months. Grandfather Thorne couldn’t say no to him and finally agreed to the engagement. We had a brief, happy time. “Sarah, I like you.” “The kind of like where I want to marry you and spend my life with you.” The boy stared at me, his eyes shining. He solemnly framed the paper, writing our names in gold ink. Later, Grandfather Thorne recovered and prepared to return to New York. Before leaving, Caden hugged me so tight it felt like he wanted to merge me into his bones. “Wait for me.” “I’ll come back for you.” But unfortunately, he broke his promise. From seventeen to twenty-seven, we were long-distance for ten years. When I finally went to New York full of hope to find Caden and fulfill our promise, he gave me only one sentence. “The engagement arranged by our elders doesn’t count.” I sat in the dark stairwell crying. I couldn’t understand what went wrong. Even if he wanted to break up, there should be a reason. After everyone left the room, I pushed open the door again. But I was pulled into a drunken embrace and pressed against the window. “Selena, you’re back?” Hot breath landed on my neck. Before I could speak, my lips were sealed by a lingering kiss. …… 3 The next morning, the doorbell rang. I rubbed my sore waist and went to open it, thinking it was the maid, but it was Grandfather Thorne visiting his grandson. We were caught in the act. Even though Caden was reluctant, he married me. On the wedding day, during the toast. A girl who looked seventy or eighty percent like me sat in the audience, red-eyed, raising her glass. “Congratulations.” “Wishing you a happy marriage and a long life together.” Caden didn’t respond. His hand clenched at his side, veins popping, knuckles white. After a long while, he snatched the glass, drank from where her lips had touched, and downed it in one gulp. His voice was strained. “Thanks, Selena.” In that moment, I realized. That night, when he called “Selena,” he meant Selena Quinn. And I was just a substitute for his white moonlight. Before she returned to the country, he intended to break it off with me completely, but in his drunken state, he mistook me for her. Creating a lifelong regret. For three years of marriage, Caden hated me. He never looked me in the eye. Even accidental touches were shaken off like I was filth. On our anniversary, I was kidnapped by his business rival to force him to give up a piece of land worth billions in Manhattan. In the abandoned factory, I trembled as I called him for help. Only to receive a cold refusal. “Heh, where does Mr. Chen get the confidence that she’s worth that much?” “She’s just a replacement. Do whatever you want.” “Even if you break her, I won’t feel a thing.” Selena Quinn laughed along. “She deserves it.” “If she hadn’t forced the marriage, we would have been together long ago.” “Letting her suffer is just the price for her mistake.” The sudden hang-up made the kidnappers look at me with even more anger. What followed was a night of humiliation and torture. Until dawn broke. I curled up in the corner, clothes torn, like a broken doll, trying to escape to call the police. But my mind broke, and I fell from the roof. The second before consciousness faded. I thought of nothing but this— If there is a next life, I will love the mountains, I will love the water. But I will never, ever love Caden Thorne again. Absolutely not. Fortunately, heaven had mercy. It gave me a chance to start over. 4 My thoughts returned. The old memories receded like the tide. But the accumulated grievances and bitterness from my past life lingered. I bit my lip, unable to hold back a tear. “Woah, crying already?” “She really loves Caden.” “What a pathetic simp.” The crowd laughed, convinced I loved Caden too much to leave. Even Caden thought so. He raised an eyebrow, impatient. “Save the cheap tears.” “Think crying will make me soft?” The crystal chandelier light hit his face. Those amber eyes were dazzling, features sharp and handsome, but his gaze was cold. “Sarah, have some self-awareness.” “We are worlds apart. It was your blessing that I lowered myself to play with you for a few years.” “Be smart and stop pestering me.” “We’re even.” I wiped my tears and spoke my first words since rebirth. “Breaking the engagement is fine.” “But—” Caden froze. He hadn’t expected me to agree so calmly. In the moment he was stunned, I grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table and unscrewed the cap as fast as I could. The sherry-brown liquid splashed out. The rich kids who mocked me were now covered in alcohol, looking pathetic. Including Caden. He looked down, lashes trembling, his expensive shirt and watch ruined. I wrung out my dripping hair and met his disbelieving gaze. Word by word, I said: “Now we’re even.” Amidst the gasps. I didn’t stay a second longer, turning and leaving decisively.

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The year our parents died, the family company was on the brink of bankruptcy. I cut ties with my older sister when she was at her lowest point. Five years later, her company went public. She became successful and famous, the CEO everyone looked up to. When a reporter asked who she was most grateful to over these years, her expression was cold, her tone mocking. “The brother who abandoned me for money.” “Oh, he doesn’t count as my brother anymore. How is he doing?” 1 The reporter launched a nationwide search for CEO Harper Vance’s brother. The reward was ten million dollars. But they didn’t find me. They only found the diary I kept before I died. When the reporter handed the diary to my sister, Harper Vance, she froze. Her hands trembled as she took it. But a second later, she threw the diary into the trash can. Her tone was contemptuous. “Is this Liam’s new trick?” “Or did you guys make this up for TV ratings?” The reporter shook her head. She carefully picked up my diary. She brushed off the accumulated dust. “This is indeed the diary your brother kept before he died. As for his body, it was cremated. Since no one claimed it or arranged a burial, the crematorium handled it…” Before she could finish, my sister stood up in a rage. “Don’t think I’ll forgive him just because he’s playing these games!” “Go tell Liam that I have a new brother now. He means nothing to me! Even if he’s dead, I won’t care!” The reporter looked at her with difficulty, finally negotiating, “Then, what should we do with this diary?” My sister, Harper, sneered. “Read it. I want to see what kind of lies he spun.” 2 [Goodbye, Sister. April 1, 2019] Hello, Diary. From now on, please take care of me. You’re the only one keeping me company. … Let me tell you, today, before I ran away from home with all the gifts Mom, Dad, and my sister bought me, I got caught by my sister. I didn’t want to confront her. I just wanted to leave quietly. But my sister was annoying. She grabbed my hand and told me not to leave, saying she only had me left as family. In that moment, my heart trembled. But I still questioned her with a cold face. “The company is bankrupt. Can you still buy me the sneakers I like?” “I spend money like water. Can you still afford me?” “Instead of living with you, trying to save money every day and living this bitter life, I’d rather find a sugar mommy who’s willing to support me.” “I happen to know one.” But my sister got even more anxious. She asked who it was and told me not to be deceived. She also said she would work harder and earn lots and lots of money, promising to give me the princely life I had before. But guess what I said? I said: “If I’m willing to be deceived, is it any of your business?” “If you have the ability and money to support me, I’ll still be your good brother, and I’ll come home. But when will you have money?” My sister, who cared so much about her pride. To keep me, she actually knelt down. It was quite pathetic. I turned my face away and wiped a tear from the corner of my eye while she wasn’t looking. I even slapped her, telling her not to pester me and not to delay my future. I even threatened to cut ties with her. … That slap really stunned my sister. She froze, watching helplessly as I dragged my luggage away. … I’m sorry, Sister. It must have hurt. … Reading this page, the reporter took a deep breath. “I didn’t expect CEO Vance to love her brother so much.” But when the camera turned to my sister, her expression showed no emotion, remaining cold. She just said lightly, “I regret it.” Pausing, she added, “I regret treating him so well before.” “I raised an ungrateful wolf.” 3 [Hospital Checkup. April 5, 2019] Diary, I’m here again. Today I went to another hospital for further examination. Actually, how I wished the previous diagnosis was a mistake. That way, I could go back and tell my sister I regretted it. As long as I softened up and acted cute, my sister would forgive me like before. But where are all the miracles in life? The doctor, an older man, looked at me seriously. “Where are your parents? Primary liver cancer, late stage. You need to be hospitalized immediately.” Actually, I didn’t understand. But the fear of death still made me cry. I’m only seventeen. The doctor looked at me with sympathy and wrote me a hospitalization payment slip. I ran to the payment machine to take a look. In the end, I snuck out of the hospital. Forget it. My card is linked to my sister’s main account. Let me save her some money. Anyway, I’m going to die soon. Why waste my sister’s money? Her money is hard-earned. … Ever since the contractor Mom and Dad worked with ran away, the project imploded, the capital chain broke, and Mom and Dad died in a car accident while rushing around due to immense pressure. The company’s affairs fell on my sister’s shoulders. I saw with my own eyes the debt collectors moving valuable things out of the house to get money. And my sister, to leave me the tens of thousands for studying abroad, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to people. But in the end, the assets were still taken by the bank. To support me, to pay off the debts, my sister borrowed money everywhere, drank alcohol until she was hospitalized, but she had no time to see a doctor, nor money for treatment. Once sober, she left the hospital to continue running business errands. Begging everyone like a grandson. I cried and begged her to wait until she recovered to work, but she said she was made of iron and would be fine. Don’t you think my sister is kind of silly? Actually, I wanted to share the burden with her. I wanted to tell my sister I didn’t need to study abroad, and I wasn’t the pampered rich kid anymore. I could do without anything, and I could work part-time to support her. But unexpectedly, at such a critical moment, I got the most expensive illness. … Diary, do you also think I’m useless? The reporter’s eyes were red. “It seems your brother did have hidden reasons for leaving you back then.” “Getting liver cancer at such a young age, how pitiful.” Harper sneered. “This sympathy card is played well.” “Reporter Lin, don’t be fooled by him. Liam is the best at lying.” “When he was little, to skip school, he lied to Mom and Dad that his stomach hurt, scaring our whole family into running around him and sending him to the hospital. His acting has always been good.” The reporter smiled bitterly. After a sigh, she only said, “Let’s hope so.” 4 [No Money, So Much Pain. April 15, 2019] Diary, insomnia again last night. It’s not that I don’t want to sleep, it’s just too painful to sleep. The illness is getting worse. Without painkillers, I really can’t endure it. But I have no money. But now there’s something more important. If I don’t pay rent, the landlord will kick me out. I’m really going to experience sleeping under a bridge like I joked with my sister when I was little. I used to read wuxia novels and think it was cool for heroes to sleep under bridges, but now that I’m grown up, I’m scared. No money to spend. I had to list the gifts Mom and Dad gave me on eBay. Those were the few things I brought out. But when someone actually inquired, I always refused with various excuses. In the end, I couldn’t bear to part with them. Finally, in pain and hungry, I couldn’t help it and withdrew five hundred from the card. Sister, I’m sorry. I spent your money again. Being poor cured my picky eating habit. When I was about to faint from hunger, I even picked up dirty buns someone threw in the trash to eat. Actually, they were quite tasty. It seems poverty can cure all prince diseases. I went to the supermarket and bought a bag of steamed buns, a gallon of water, and went to the pharmacy to buy some painkillers. The rest, I’ll save for rent. My teacher called me again. She advised me to study hard. With my good grades, suddenly skipping class is bad. I was afraid she would contact my sister, so I proposed dropping out. But the teacher still called my sister. Just now, my sister called me. Her tone was stiff and cold. “Liam, I know you don’t want to be involved with me. I don’t care what woman you’re clinging to, but you shouldn’t give up your studies, which you were so proud of, for her.” “Being so depraved, are you worthy of Mom and Dad?” It had only been ten days since I heard my sister’s voice, but it felt like half a lifetime. I covered my mouth to stop myself from crying out. But the tears wouldn’t stop. Sister, I miss you so much. … My sister on the other end of the phone got impatient waiting and dropped another sentence. “If you keep this up, I really won’t care about you anymore.” My sister hung up. But I cried for a long time. Diary, I’d better block my sister. I’ll go handle the dropout procedures tomorrow.

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My sugar momma’s first love, her “white moonlight,” returned from abroad. Everyone laughed. They said Claire Vance would toss me, the substitute, aside for him. But her “first love” dragged me to get a DNA test. “You guys look way too alike. I don’t believe there’s no blood relation.” That day, I discovered I was the long-lost heir to a billion-dollar fortune. 1 Claire Vance’s first love, Liam Thorne, was back in town. He dragged me to the hospital for a paternity test. While waiting for the results, I sat on a bench in the sterile hallway. To my left was Claire Vance, the domineering CEO who was keeping me. To my right was Liam Thorne, her unforgettable first love. I was sandwiched between them, sitting straight as a board. I didn’t dare move. Not an inch! I felt like a third wheel charged with 100,000 volts, utterly superfluous. I tried to move to another seat, but as soon as I started to rise, Claire and Liam each clamped a hand on my shoulders, forcing me back down. Claire: “Sit down. Don’t wander off.” Liam: “Sit. Wait for the results.” I sat back down timidly, squeezed between them like the pickle in a sandwich. The doctor pushed open the door, holding the report. Doctor: “Mr. Thorne, the results are in.” Liam stood up: “How is it? Is there a relation?” The doctor answered Liam: “Yes. He is your long-lost biological brother.” !!! I was shocked and instinctively pinched Claire’s thigh. Claire glanced at me but said nothing. Liam sighed in relief: “Good. My own brother.” I wanted to say something but stopped. Liam sighed: “The pressure of inheriting the family’s billions all by myself was too much. Now, finally, there’s someone to share the burden.” He gently stuffed a Black Card into my hand. “This card is yours from now on. I transferred fifty million dollars for your allowance. Spend it however you like.” For a moment, I forgot how to refuse! So, my mom wasn’t lying when she said I was picked up from a dumpster! I took the card with trembling hands, moved to tears! “Thanks, bro.” After all these years, my billionaire brother finally found me! 2 I shamelessly asked my brother: “Bro, can I use this money to get a sugar baby?” Claire frowned slightly. Liam answered: “You can get ten if you want.” My eyes lit up, and I fawned over my brother: “Bro, I’ll take you to party with models! I’ll order ten models for you!” Liam’s eyes lit up too: “Models? Sure. Good brother, you really get me. I’ll order twenty models for you to play with!” My eyes shone like a rural bachelor who hadn’t seen a woman in eight hundred years. Claire facepalmed and grabbed my collar: “Ethan Woods, don’t forget the contract.” Oh right, I signed a three-year sugar baby contract with Claire. It stated that during the period, I couldn’t have inappropriate relationships with other women. The contract still had a week left. I looked down at the fifty million in the card and said with confidence: “Sorry, I’m breaching the contract.” Claire said: “Fine. The penalty is one hundred million.” I panicked and immediately changed my tune: “Sorry, my bad.” Liam frowned slightly and asked me: “What contract?” I stammered. Liam narrowed his eyes, pulled me behind him, and questioned Claire: “Miss Vance, I heard rumors in the circle that you’re keeping my brother?” Claire answered: “I’m not keeping him.” She frowned and asked: “Who told you that?” Liam sneered: “Everyone says so.” He asked: “Then what’s that contract you just mentioned?” I whispered: “Sugar baby contract.” Claire answered: “Dating contract.” Me: “?!!” Claire: “…?” 3 I was shocked!! Claire also paused, then realizing something, she asked me with a dark face: “Sugar baby contract? Who told you that?” I looked confused: “Haven’t you been keeping me for three years?” Claire facepalmed: “No… I didn’t keep you. That was a dating contract.” Liam frowned: “Who signs a contract to date?” Claire: “I thought signing a contract would show how much I value this relationship.” I hesitated: “Your value means transferring fifty thousand a month to me and then sleeping with me?” Claire: “…” Claire’s expression was complicated; she wanted to speak but stopped. Liam looked at Claire with scrutiny: “Miss Vance, sugar baby agreements are illegal and theoretically invalid. If you insist, I’ll have to call the police.” Claire sighed: “I wasn’t keeping him. The fifty thousand was a monthly dating allowance.” She said: “…I thought sexual activity during dating was normal, so I didn’t think much of it.” “Sorry, I didn’t consider it thoroughly enough and caused a misunderstanding. I apologize. That kind of thing should happen after marriage.” The hospital wasn’t a good place for this conversation. Liam adjusted his coat and said to me: “You decide.” I whispered: “Um, since it’s a dating contract, can I take a week off?” The contract had one week left. Taking a week off would seamlessly transition me into partying with models. Claire pursed her lips and answered: “Yes.” After Claire agreed, Liam and I left the hospital and drove his luxury car to see my mom. Liam drove and said: “I think… Claire isn’t trustworthy. She’s not a good person. Don’t contact her anymore.” Damn dating contract, who believes that! I felt guilty: “Actually, I think she’s a good person.” Liam raised an eyebrow: “How so?” Me: “When my mom was sick and we had no money, she paid the medical bills. Without her help, my mom wouldn’t have made it.” Liam: “So she kept you…” I touched my nose, answering awkwardly: “Because she paid my mom’s medical bills, I didn’t refuse when she wanted to keep me.” It was all about repaying a debt of gratitude. Liam thought for a moment and said: “When the contract ends, I’ll give you money to keep her back.” I thought for a moment and said to him: “Bro, is it possible she likes you?” Claire’s white moonlight was my brother, and I was just a substitute. If I kept her, wouldn’t that be weird? Liam slammed on the brakes, and my head hit the dashboard hard. Ouch. Liam stopped the car, expression complicated: “Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You’re wrong.” Me: “She really likes you.” He hesitated and said: “I dated her sister and almost became her brother-in-law. She shouldn’t… be that twisted, right?” My pupils quaked, trembling: “Bro… you…” Liam calmly evaluated: “If she really has feelings for me, she’s a pervert.” I hesitated: “Maybe she really is a pervert?” Liam gasped: “Stay away from perverts!” The car started again. Liam thought for a long time and said faintly: “Actually, I think… that contract might really be a dating contract…” I also said faintly: “Impossible, bro. Absolutely impossible!” The car fell silent; Liam and I were speechless. Liam hesitated: “But still, maybe she has you in her heart?” Me: “Maybe her heart split in two, half loving you, half loving me.” Liam: “Hiss!” 4 The car arrived downstairs at my place. Liam went with me to see my mom, politely called her Mom, and explained the DNA test. Liam: “My grandmother favored boys and was superstitious. She thought twins were bad luck, so when my brother was born, she secretly took him away and abandoned him. “I didn’t know about his existence until half a year ago when Grandma was hospitalized. She confessed it in her delirium. That’s when I knew my brother suffered so much outside because of her.” He recognized my mom as his godmother: “You are Ethan’s mother, and also mine. I will honor you with Ethan in the future.” My mom looked at Liam’s face, identical to mine, and accepted my brother as her godson. After handling things here, Liam took me back to the Thorne family to see my biological parents. Liam comforted me: “Don’t be nervous. Mom and Dad are very nice.” My billionaire parents were indeed nice, as Liam said, and very enthusiastic towards me. Billionaire Dad: “Transferring twenty percent of the company shares to you. The new commercial land development is also yours!” Billionaire Mom: “My precious son suffered outside. Mom is transferring eighty million to your card right now!” When they learned about Claire from the secretary’s report, Billionaire Dad was furious. “She dares to keep you?! “I’ll arrange ten blind dates for you immediately. Dump her!” Billionaire Dad meant what he said. The next day, I was forced to sit in a cafe, having a blind date with ten beautiful women with hot figures and superior backgrounds at a large round table.

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My childhood sweetheart went bankrupt and sold me to the city’s notorious “Crown Prince” billionaire to clear his debt. Later, we met again at a business gala. My ex, trying to sound considerate, told the Prince that I was aloof and proud, asking him to “bear with me.” The Prince scoffed coldly. “Bear with her? If I don’t speak, she doesn’t dare say a word.” Everyone praised the Prince for having me so well-trained. The next moment, I pushed open the door. I sat down; he wiped the chair for me. I licked my lips; he handed me tea. I frowned; he draped his jacket over my shoulders. … Everyone: “???” Indeed, I didn’t have to say a single word! The Prince glanced proudly at my ex, whose face had turned black. “Rookie. If you can’t handle a woman, just say so.” 1 I never expected to run into Liam again at the TV station. Three years had passed, and he was now a rising star in the business world. The desperate, broken man from back then was gone. After the interview, he stopped me. “Sarah, long time no see.” Liam’s hand at his side clenched involuntarily. His voice was hoarse. “Does… does he treat you well?” I paused while organizing my script, not answering. Seeing I didn’t want to talk about it, Liam hurriedly changed the subject. “Sarah, I haven’t congratulated you on becoming a famous anchor.” His gaze lingered on me with a hint of nostalgia. “When we were young, the future we dreamed of was exactly like today…” I looked up, my cool gaze silencing him. Just as he was about to say something else in frustration, my assistant rushed over. “Sarah, are you ready? Mr. Vance is here to pick you up.” “He doesn’t look very happy.” I froze for a second, immediately putting down my things. “I’m coming.” Before I could take two steps, Liam instinctively grabbed my arm. “Sarah, if you’re unhappy, I can find a way to get you out. I…” I cut him off before he could finish. “And then what? Sell me again like you did back then?” I looked at Liam with pure mockery in my eyes. “You were the one who personally delivered me to him, remember?” 2 Liam and I grew up together. We were the high school sweethearts everyone envied. Everything changed the year Liam’s startup failed during our junior year of college. He needed a huge sum of money to balance the books. It was a debt our middle-class families couldn’t pay even if we sold everything we owned. At that time, Christian Vance, the “Crown Prince” of the city’s wealthiest family, posted a job listing. — Ten million dollars for a “Sleep Companion.” Requirements: Same age, same school. Consistent winner of speech contests since elementary school. Currently working at the campus radio station. He even specified height, weight, and hairstyle. It was detailed enough that he might as well have written my name. The campus forum exploded. Someone leaked that the Prince indeed suffered from severe insomnia. But hiring a “sleep companion” instead of seeing a doctor? What was that about? Most people thought it was just his way of pursuing me. Just as I was about to go clarify things with Christian, Liam stopped me. He said, “Sarah, I’ve never asked you for anything growing up.” “This time, only you can save me.” … “What are you standing there thinking about?” Christian grabbed my waist and lifted me into the car with one arm. “Is everyone at your station dead?” He held my cold hands, his face dark enough to drip ink. “Is a small interview like this worth leaving me and standing in the cold wind?” “Don’t tell me it was to see some long-lost childhood brother?” I was about to explain. A spoon was shoved into my mouth. Christian held a thermos of pear soup, looking fierce. “Before you finish this soup, don’t say a word!” By the time I was allowed to speak, the car had arrived at his residence. Christian silently dragged me to the dining table and forced me to eat an extra half bowl of rice. “I’ve fed you for three years and you still lost a pound.” “People will think I’m abusing you!” As he spoke, he pulled out a book from somewhere. “Tonight, I want to hear this one!” It was the fairy tale I read when we first met three years ago. The Little Mermaid. 3 Everyone knew the Prince had a bad temper and was moody. From the night I entered his villa, people placed bets. Betting I would be tortured and broken. But it was different from what they imagined. The moment I walked in, a fairy tale book was thrown in front of me. Christian sat on the sofa, eyes half-closed, beckoning me. “What are you staring at? I want to hear Cinderella… no, Snow White…” Realizing his slip of the tongue, he clicked his tongue impatiently. “Let’s just hear the one about the girl who got tricked by a scumbag and turned into sea foam.” I picked up the book and sat cross-legged in front of the sofa. The Little Mermaid isn’t long. Christian was not a quiet listener. He made faces the whole time. Only when the story ended did he lift his eyelids and look at me coolly. “Any insights?” I closed the book and suddenly leaned forward. My hands covered Christian’s bloodshot eyes. “Little Prince, you need to sleep.” Since then, I never saw that book again. Christian seemed to recall the past too. “You still owe me that book report! Double it! No, triple it! I want a three-thousand-word essay!” I was silent for a moment, then decisively explained to the jealous man. “I only knew the interviewee was Liam when I arrived.” “I have no lingering feelings, no romantic nostalgia…” Seeing Christian’s unmoved expression, I helplessly held up my fingers. “I swear, I’ll never see him again.” … I finally coaxed him back to a good mood. I swore the oath. Unexpectedly, I bumped into Liam again. Only this time, it was at a business dinner accompanying Christian. I didn’t like the atmosphere in the private room, so I went out for air. When I came back, people from the next room were coming in to network. Christian’s temper was notorious. People didn’t expect a response; they just toasted three times to show face. When it was Liam’s turn, his brain short-circuited. He bowed slightly to the man playing on his phone. “Sarah grew up sheltered, so her personality is inevitably aloof and proud.” “If she offends you in any way, please bear with her, Mr. Vance.” Hearing this, Christian put down his phone and leaned back. He glanced at Liam casually. “Bear with her?” He repeated the words and suddenly laughed. “If I don’t speak, she doesn’t dare say a word.” “What do you want me to bear?” 4 Liam’s expression froze instantly. Everyone stared at the floor in silence, expressions awkward. The next person ready to toast froze with his glass in mid-air, wiped sweat from his forehead, and offered a fake compliment. “Mr. Vance has great discipline methods. Admirable.” Others recovered and chimed in. “Exactly. Aloof and proud mean nothing. In front of Mr. Vance, she’s willing to bow down.” Christian frowned. Before he could speak, I pushed the door open. Before I even reached Christian, he kicked away someone blocking the path. He picked up his expensive suit jacket, wiped the chair, wasn’t satisfied, flipped the jacket inside out to expose the soft lining, and spread it on the chair. I sat down without changing my expression. I licked my dry lips. Before I could speak, a cup of hot tea was brought to my lips. Everyone looked at each other. Those who had just flattered him wished they could swallow their words. Christian’s gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on Liam’s darkening face. He grinned, a truly malicious smile. “Rookie. If you can’t handle it, just say so.” After the provocation, he even had a seat added for Liam, right opposite us. At home, Christian liked to supervise my eating. Here, he was serving me excessively. Peeling shrimp, picking out fish bones. If I glanced at a dish, it appeared in my bowl the next second. If I frowned while eating, he naturally took away the dish I didn’t like. Throughout the meal, I didn’t say a word. Christian had enough fun and was in a good mood. “Except for the three who can’t talk, other projects can appear on my desk.” Everyone was overjoyed, stuffing proposals into the hands of the silent assistant. While doing so, they spouted blessings like “hundred years of harmony” and “grow old together.” They were smart enough to see Christian didn’t want to socialize, so they left quickly. The room emptied instantly. However, one tactless person remained. Liam walked up to me, adjusted his glasses, and smiled gently. “Sarah, Auntie Ye just messaged me. She made hangover soup for me.” Ignoring Christian’s expression of wanting to crush his glass, he continued: “She also said she plans to settle our engagement tonight…” My heart skipped a beat. I looked up at Christian abruptly. He was still smiling, but it sent chills down my spine. “Christian, listen to me…” “Childhood sweethearts, and an engagement,” Christian interrupted with a sneer. “People might think I’m despicable, rushing to be a homewrecker.” He dropped those words and stormed out, slamming the door. The room was quiet again. Liam frowned. “Does he always treat you like this?” “Sarah, I’m back. You don’t have to endure his temper anymore…” Bang— Before Liam could finish, the door was kicked hard. A waitress appeared at the door timidly. “The boss wants us to clean the room. Please, please leave immediately.” Needless to say, Christian caused the commotion. I chased after him to explain but was a step too late. Only the roar of a luxury car speeding away remained on the quiet street. Seeing this, Liam suggested, “Let me take you home.” I held my forehead, voice filled with suppressed irritation. “What are you doing? What right do you have to provoke him?” “Are you worried about me, Sarah?” “Liam!” I was thoroughly enraged. He laughed indifferently. “Let’s go, the designated driver is here. We’ll talk when we get back.”

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